Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix

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[Project
Man, why these niggas always hatin' on and Cash Money?
Man, fuck niggas!

What's up wodie? It's gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys
These big Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys,
wit the self made millionaire Cash Money

You done fucked with the wrong
Must know that I ride and I shoot quicker
Should known not to upset this lil nigga
You got a click so what nigga my click
A bunch of real that'll burn ya
no waitin' catch ya slippin then jam ya up
Slangin' weight no thang for me
by the rules
Or shit kill yo' family
That's I do
Bust ya chest wide
And split ya nigga
And them all
from the 'K nigga
Turk play, when it's time to get serious
Think I'm a hoe keep it way and stay curious

Niggas be one love but wearin black gloves
Some niggas 26 and 28 live in they mom house askin' for play
Them niggas shouldn't be respected, fake
Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and niggas money spot
And breakin' bread with the who put em in that spot
These wanna trick they hoes
And play with they
Instead of totin' fo' fo's and fuckin' kilos
Nigga I done bought more cars than niggas done bought pussy
And bought rims than niggas done fucked they main hoe in they assholes
3-6 me to roll and unload
But nigga that
I'm tryin' to and mack
And that with Universal shoulda showed that
But is where its at
Playboy you tell me how you luv that?
Won't you me how you luv that?

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We be on some twankies
Playa get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of danky danky
Big diamond rangs on our panky

Fuck with 3-6 Mafia gon' make me
Fuck with CMR gon' make me some millions
I can see it, I'm a 'em
And build me and
And put some money to the side for my mom and my
Ridin' my nigga Rambezee, to the easy
Drinkin' for my Babyzee and B.G.eezy
off
Tinted windows on my candy apple cut
It's a nigga fuck yall

J]
I'm representin' Northern to the fuckin' fullest
We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no
And when that drama starts the strap we expect to it
You see a nigga holdin and you wish he would have
Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a
'cause niggas gone on that Hennessey and
And now we up in the hood on a burner phone-a
In that game slangin' came to you blood
on, coward

[Lil
They me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
Champagne took my brain I think I just aim
tops on a Z-3
Start like 3 burners
How them try me
Never know me block
Better watch for lil in black
get back
Bout to make my glock 40 click
kill it
It's yo
It
Playin' the realest
Pop fire a skillet
Now nigga the dilly
Highly influenced on
I'm warnin' you to clear the set it gets wild
I be as a mailman with a pistol
Then deliver him 50 and take his child

[DJ
Punk I dare ya
I double dare ya against this pot belly
Bitches they try to to the ruler but they ain't ready
Weak ass cowards try to make moves but I knock 'em out
2nd step yall need more help 2 barrels in his mouth
Face it when this shits fucked up you deal with it
This is my game, with it or get killed with it
are my dice
This is my board I let you off
And how you gon' ice when I cut your fuckin' water off

[Project
It's the project roll back I own them bricks
game with the Hot Boy$ and 3-6
B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil
Memphis, Uptown, and we havin' thangs
AIn't no thang ya come real ya gotta shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he takin' mine
We in our prime puttin' in work players rush it
Full of gin, fucking hoes, I'm mad russian
A discussion men means a power move
Is about to be made for a come-up
Slang that iron you get in my business
Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise

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